Dear Mama Tigg[sic] and Josephine: When you open this book and turn its pages there will flash before you the vision of two men, Charlie and Daddy Trigg. The memory of them is a delicate and sweet as the per- fume of the twin flower, yet powerful as the mountains where they grow. Memory is one of our most precious gifts, and “Good Medicine” holds for you and me hundreds of happy thoughts that make us back-track to the prairie, the big hills, and our homes where love and understanding lived. There God welded a friendship out of these two families, pure and beautiful as the sparkling water that flows from our Great Divide, and it will guide us to where the sun has built his evening fires. There we will all camp together.